The one who can't cope [p, alaric]

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DR. CAUSTIC

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TOXIC TRAPPER
MACKENZIE VALLEY WOLF
TANGLEWOOD
"Humanity. It's just a word."

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Caustic can feel his fur raise, bristle as he’s accused of his lie. He finds it annoying, but won’t conflict with Alaric’s own intuition. The wolf pulls the rabbit back under his paw, turning its limb body over. He inspects it with a light touch, eyes searching for other wounds or scars, deformities caused by the radiation or more. "I’m rather fond of asphyxiation. A little crass, but far less savage and brutal than other methods.” Caustic has a preferred method of lying, mixing truths with lies, changing names and even topics.

"The rip and tear demanded by the Wolf’s brain is so... uncivilized.” Maybe a cryptic statement in of itself. The Wolf know how to hunt, giving him clear directions he refused to follow. Leap, clamp, sink, rip, tear- Caustic refused all commands. He picks up the rabbit, balancing it on his paw to bring it to his face for closer inspection. "Do you think the prey here poisons us, Alaric? Perhaps even the very ground?” It’s a question that’s gripped Caustic’s mind for weeks- could be die from radiation poisoning here? Was there any way he could get hard numbers?

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Original code by lexasperated / artwork by @R_HillPrime